Marriage of convenience blossoms into love; the husband turns out to be a billionaire CEO.

After returning home, the two went to their respective rooms.

Silent all night.

The next day.

After breakfast, Ye Cheng said goodbye to Ji Lingfeng and left early as usual because she needed to cycle to work.

When she left, she put the necklace that Grandpa Ji had given her in her bag.

Right, it should have been Ji Lingfeng who gave it to me, but that man just wouldn't admit it.

Ye Cheng plans to wear it during the dinner party tonight.

She has hardly ever bought jewelry in her life.

For a foodie, it's better to have a good meal than to have spare money. As the saying goes, a full stomach and good drink mean no worries.

For a poor person with no place to live, it's better to save up spare money and take a step closer to buying a house.

Ye Cheng is a poor foodie without a house. The money she earns is used for food and saving, after paying for living expenses.

There are too many places where she needs to spend money, so she won't spend money on such pointless things.

Since Ji Lingfeng has the opportunity to attend the company dinner tonight, Ye Cheng wants to wear the gift he gave her as a courtesy.

They've already spent hundreds of dollars on this, and if I don't wear it tonight, I might not have another chance. It'll just end up in my box.

Of course, Ye Cheng was also mentally prepared.

Wearing a necklace that costs a few hundred yuan will inevitably make you the butt of jokes from the women in the company.

But it doesn't matter, I'm used to it, they just like it.

Every so-called gathering is more like a war without gunfire.

The women in the company get together and compete on their husbands, houses, cars, diamond rings, and brand names of clothes and bags.

They engage in all sorts of comparisons and never tire of it.

Ye Cheng and Hua Zhixin would always hide to the side and eat heartily.

The two foodies ate while looking at each other and laughing.

You guys can keep comparing, we'll eat more!

Tonight's dinner party is bound to be another battle.

If Ji Lingfeng could come, although he couldn't compare in other aspects, his face and figure would definitely be the best.

Forget Huang Bo and Brother Baoqiang, I'll just take them all on!

Maybe those infatuated women in the company will go home and complain about their partners, which is really satisfying!

Ye Cheng became more and more excited as she thought about it, whistling and pedaling her bicycle even faster.

She was even looking forward to the dinner party that evening.

……

Today's breakfast included kiwi fruit.

Staring at the kiwis on the plate, Ji Lingfeng's lips twitched; he couldn't believe he had personally snatched them last night.

These unassuming street vendor fruits have a surprisingly delicious sweet and sour taste that is very appetizing.

After finishing breakfast, Ji Lingfeng waited until Ye Cheng left for ten minutes before coming downstairs.

He's wearing the suit Ye Cheng bought for him yesterday.

I don't know why, but when I opened the closet, I inexplicably took it out and put it on.

As soon as I stepped out of the community gate, Jin Dayu and his convoy were already waiting nearby.

Jin Dayu opened the door of the Rolls-Royce and secretly observed his master as Ji Lingfeng got in.

Ji Lingfeng remained calm and composed.

It seems the CEO was in a good mood last night after helping his wife snag some discounted fruit.

Kim Daewoo's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He still can't believe what he saw last night.

So much so that seeing the CEO today still feels like a dream.

After getting into the cars, the convoy headed towards the Ji Building.

Kim Dae-woo sat in the passenger seat, continuing to analyze the president's outfit in his mind.

He remembers everything he handled perfectly.

He didn't buy this suit.

On the day the CEO got his marriage certificate, he was given this tricky task: to buy cheap clothes for working-class people.

The word "cheap" is really hard to define.

Undecided, he ultimately decided to buy a property in the thousand-yuan range, taking into account the price positioning of Jingtai Garden.

Compared to the six or seven figures that the boss paid at the Ji family mansion, this is really cheap.

But the suit that President Ji is wearing now looks like a cheap item costing only three to five hundred yuan.

He wore it without even flinching.

It's really incredible.

Kim Daewoo then recalled the large bags and purses the president had been carrying last night. Could it be that the president's wife bought him this outfit?

Who is this CEO's wife? She's married to the CEO of the Ji Group and yet she remains so low-key!

Kim Dae-woo was incredibly curious.

After pondering his thoughts, he pulled himself together, took out his tablet, and began his usual brief report on today's schedule.

"The company's quarterly summary meeting is at 10:00 AM today. I will have lunch with the president of Xiangao Group. There will be a small meeting of the strategy department at 2:00 PM, and there are some documents that you need to review. I will have a VIP meeting at Zunji at 7:30 PM tonight."

After listening, Ji Lingfeng asked, "What time will it end tonight?"

Kim Dae-woo replied, "Around ten o'clock."

Ji Lingfeng rested his chin on his hand and pondered.

By 10 o'clock, Ye Cheng's company dinner should be almost over.

Seeing that Ji Lingfeng was no longer asking questions, Jin Dayu closed his eyes to rest.

I had just closed my eyes for a moment when the president's voice suddenly rang in my ears again.

"Secretary Kim, do you read novels?"

Kim Dae-woo: ...

My mind suddenly went blank for a moment.

Did he hear that right? The CEO was asking him if he wanted to read novels?

Kim Daewoo swallowed hard and quickly replied, "Yes, I do, but not very often."

To be precise, I didn't have time to watch it.

Of course, he couldn't say that, nor would he dare to say it.

Doesn't President Ji know that his position as his personal secretary is not easy?

The eight-million-dollar house that the CEO rewarded him with wasn't so easily obtained.

He was on standby 25 hours a day, 24 hours a day.

Whether it was his master's official business or personal matters, he had to be diligent and conscientious in everything he did.

No matter when or where, he'll be ready to start work the moment his master calls.

There are always endless overtime hours and endless worries.

As a result, he lost every girlfriend he dated over the past five years, and he's still single at thirty.

Now that things have come to this, he's prepared to dedicate himself to the Ji Group as long as the CEO doesn't mind.

President Ji's sudden question left Jin Dayu somewhat bewildered.

Since President Ji got married, the president's words and actions have often baffled him.

Kim Dae-woo felt that President Ji must have had a purpose in asking that question.

He licked his lips and asked somewhat stammeringly, "Mr. Ji, would you like me to recommend a novel to you?"

He regretted asking the question immediately.

I felt I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question.

I've been with President Ji for five years, and when have I ever seen him show any interest in these things?!

I've never even seen him in a movie theater, let alone a novel!

Instead of answering, Ji Lingfeng asked, "What kind of novels do you read?"

Kim Dae-woo had no choice but to honestly reply:

"I used to watch fantasy and martial arts novels, but now... I rarely watch them anymore."

He was telling the absolute truth.

Ji Lingfeng, a third-generation rich kid, is a mature-beyond-his-years, ambitious career fanatic, and workaholic! Moreover, he is a business prodigy! He took over the Ji Group at the age of nineteen and expanded the Ji family's business several times over in just three years. In recent years, he has also expanded into several new high-tech fields and done a very good job.

With a boss like that, how could he dare to slack off?

He used to read novels when he was young, but now when he has time, he reads books to improve his professional knowledge, such as secretaries' work notes, public relations guides, or even books on psychology.

His novels on the bookshelf have been gathering dust for who knows how long.

Ji Lingfeng tapped his chin with his long, slender fingers, seemingly lost in thought: "Hmm, it's nothing, just asking casually."

What Ye Cheng said in the car yesterday piqued his curiosity.

Which novel's male protagonist am I most like?